I hated Danny Gokey from the moment I saw him auditioning for American Idol, and I could never quite put my finger why, exactly. First I complained that he was exploiting his dead wife, then I became convinced he was the most ungracious of all the contestants, constantly justifying his own miserable failures by subtly blaming other people and things. And then I just decided he was too much like Taylor Hicks—a hopelessly soulless soul singer who would never amount to anything in the real world. But now that I read this post on Entertainment Weekly's Pop Watch blog, about Danny Gokey wanting to appear on the next season of Dancing With the Stars, I've finally settled on a reason for my intense hatred: as writer Annie Barrett points out at the beginning of the post, he has no real interest in music—just fame—and you can see it in his beady, bespectacled little eyes. The saddest thing about it is that, with the stupid Nice Guy schtick and the constant transparent self-deprecation, Gokey would probably do really well on DWTS, then go on to host some shitty talk/reality show for a season or two and be financially set for life. Ugh. Totally hate him.